Wednesday, April 15, 2020

When You Haven't Got A Leg To Stand On, This One Wins Hands Down


The way I see it, penning 
Poems about writing 
Poetry is as grotesque 
As waking up to find 
A glaring rosy-

Fingered dawn luridly
Fondling your very own 
Brand spanking new heart-
Throbbing precious lower 
Third limb, stud.


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